Man. I read the synopsis for Phantom Thread, the latest collaboration between writer/director Paul Thomas Anderson and actor Daniel Day-Lewis, and was like. No thanks. But then I watched the trailer, and I guess I didn’t know what else I was expecting, but I was instantly sold.
Woah. This, this is a bit of an interesting development. Like, what Universe are we in? And can I get back to Earth-Prime? Or maybe where shit like this exists is somewhere where I want to be.
Can this movie just come out now? Maybe? Please?
I haven’t read Inherent Vice. Let me get that out of the way. I haven’t. I just haven’t. So if I’m way off on my upcoming assertion, yeah whatever. But watching the trailer for this flick, it seems like Paul Thomas Anderson by way of the Coen Brothers. And I mean that in the absolutely best way possible. Sign me up.
Oh word? P.T. Anderson and Joaquin Phoenix’s next uber-collab is dropping in December? Well a fucking Merry Christmas to me, too! Said uber-collab-jam is an adaptation of Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice. Which I haven’t read. So yeah.
There are few films with more buzz surrounding them this year than Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master – his first film since 2007’s cynical masterpiece There Will Be Blood. The rumors boiling online that it’s a fictionalized look at the origins of Scientology have fueled controversy – peaking when word spread that the church’s shit-eating poster boy Tom Cruise “has issues” with the film.
But the film is not an expose on Scientology and certainly not an attack on its sci-fi theology. Although nearly everyone in the film is a member of a blooming, controversial cult, PTA only uses Scientology and L. Ron Hubbard as a loose framework to stage his perplexing and brilliant character study set in post-World War II America. At this point, PTA’s grasp of cinematic expression is ridiculous. Every shot, every camera movement is sharp and profound. As with There Will Be Blood, The Master grips you by the balls before a single line of dialogue is spoken, which doesn’t happen until several minutes in. Once Joaquin Phoenix opens his mouth…game over, man.
The French got themselves a sexy one-sheet for The Master, a one-sheet that was previously the poster for a secret screening. Dastards.
This movie is so gorgeous it makes me want to vomit. Have another clip, count the days.